We are new
we are freshly born and stumbling
soft and excited and eager
white dappled backs
eyes big as moons
and deep and dark
as the inky sky around it
we are wobbling through forests
our hooves tripping over little stones
buried between patches of moss
then standing up again
quicker and quicker each time
we are growing
and learning
and living
and loving
we are magic
—  A.O.A.M. || New Born Love

John Holt, How Children Fail

No matter what tests show, very little of what is taught in school is learned, very little of what is learned is remembered, and very little of what is remembered is used. The things we learn, remember, and use are the things we seek out or meet in the daily, serious, nonschool parts of our lives.

I read this after I read its follow-up, How Children Learn. Like that book, I read the updated version, which has Holt’s notes on what he thinks he got right and what he got wrong. (At the very beginning he notes that the book wasn’t really about how children fail, but how teachers fail, and more specifically, how he as a teacher failed.)

What I love about Holt’s writing is how much of it comes from direct observation of life, and how little of it comes from theory. (This book began as a series of memos Holt wrote to his teaching partner.) However, while I respect these stories and direct observations from the classroom, they can also make for a slower reading experience, and I found myself skipping a lot of sections where Holt describes the specifics of trying to teach his students mathematics.

The writing in this book seemed to me to be much more frustrated and somewhat angrier than the writing in How Children Learn, and there were a few sections that made me cringe a bit from their brutal honesty. (One also needs to keep in mind the book was published in the mid-60s, so some of Holt’s descriptions, particularly one about a retarded child, were a little bit of a shock to me.)  

Still, I’ve learned from Holt more than anybody else about how children learn, and there’s a lot to glean from this book. My notes, below — will try my best not to repost the themes I’ve already noted from Teaching As A Subversive Activity, which was obviously much influenced by this book. 

Intelligence is a way of operating.

When we talk about intelligence, we do not mean the ability to get a good score on a certain kind of test, or even the ability to do well in school, these are at best only indicators of something larger, deeper, and far more important. By intelligence we mean a style of life, a way of behaving in various situations, and particularly in new, strange, and perplexing situations. The true test of intelligence is not how much we know how to do, but how we behave when we don’t know what to do.

Humans are born intelligent, and children are natural learners.

“Children do not need to be ‘taught’ in order to learn,” Holt writes. “They will learn a great deal, and probably learn best, without being taught.”

Human beings are born intelligent. We are by nature question-asking, answer-making, problem-solving animals, and we are extremely good at it, above all when we are little. But under certain conditions, which may exist anywhere and certainly exist almost all of the time in almost all schools, we stop using our greatest intellectual powers, stop wanting to use them, even stop believing that we have them.

Holt observes how much a baby acts like a scientist:

She is always observing and experimenting. She is hardly ever idle. Most of her waking time she is intensely and purposefully active, soaking up experience and trying to make sense out of it, trying to find how things around her behave, and trying to make them behave as she wants them to.

Holt handily outlines “a few good principles” for how children do their best learning:

(1) Children do not need to be “taught” in order to learn; they will learn a great deal, and probably learn best, without being taught. (2) Children are enormously interested in our adult world and what we do there. (3) Children learn best when the things they learn are embedded in a context of real life, are part of what George Dennison, in The Lives of Children, called “the continuum of experience.” (4) Children learn best when their learning is connected with an immediate and serious purpose.

Small children do not worry about success or failure.

The words “success” and “failure” both “seriously distort our understanding of how we, as well as children, do things and do them better.”

Children who undertake to do things…do not think in terms of success and failure but of effort and adventure. It is only when pleasing adults becomes important that the sharp line between success and failure appears.

Holt points out how the baby scientist goes about engaging with the world:

In the face of what looks like unbroken failure, she is so persistent. Most of her experiments, her efforts to predict and control her environment, don’t work. But she goes right on, not the least daunted. Perhaps this is because there are no penalties attached to failure, except nature’s—usually if you try to step on a ball, you fall down. A baby does not react to failure as an adult does, or even a five-year-old, because she has not yet been made to feel that failure is shame, disgrace, a crime. Unlike her elders, she is not concerned with protecting herself against everything that is not easy and familiar; she reaches out to experience, she embraces life.

Good thinkers are comfortable with uncertainty and not-knowing.

Good thinkers are more interested in asking questions than getting answers.

The poor thinker dashes madly after an answer; the good thinker takes his time and looks at the problem…. The good thinker can take his time because he can tolerate uncertainty, he can stand not knowing. The poor thinker can’t stand not knowing; it drives him crazy.

Unfortunately, schools reward students who grasp for the right answer right away. “Schools are a kind of temple of worship for ‘right answers,’” Holt writes. “The way to get ahead is to lay plenty of them on the altar.”

School make us unintelligent — primarily through fear.

“To a very great degree, school is a place where children learn to be stupid,” Holt writes. “It is no coincidence at all that in many of their worst nightmares adults find themselves back in school.”

The problems are many — see my notes on Dumbing Us Down and Teaching As A Subversive Activity — but Holt spends a lot of time talking about fear: he writes that even in the “kindest and gentlest of schools, children are afraid.”

What are they afraid of? They’re “afraid of failing, afraid of being called stupid, afraid of feeling themselves stupid.”

Where does this fear come from?

First, other children. Holt writes of the “spiritual violence” and “mockery and contempt” that goes on in school:

They are thrown too early, and too much, into a crowded society of other children, where they have to think, not about the world, but about their position in it.

(This is interesting to me, personally, as the first thing anybody says when they get a hunch that you might be considering unschooling is, “What about socialization?”)

Second, children are afraid of the adults who are trying to teach them something:

We adults destroy most of the intellectual and creative capacity of children by the things we do to them or make them do. We destroy this capacity above all by making them afraid, afraid of not doing what other people want, of not pleasing, of making mistakes, of failing, of being wrong. Thus we make them afraid to gamble, afraid to experiment, afraid to try the difficult and the unknown.

More often than not, administrators and teachers prize and reward “docility, suggestibility; the child who will do what he is told; or even better, the child who will do what is wanted without even having to be told.” In order to please the adults, children do what they can to behave in these ways, many of which are antithetical to real learning. (The self-directed learner will not concern herself with what others think she should be learning—she learns in order to satisfy her own curiosity.)

This goes back to intelligence as a process, a way of operating, and the way it only works under a kind of intellectual fearlessness, a lack of fear over failure, or being wrong about something. Once this kind of intelligence is destroyed, you can’t just fix it with more information or content, you have to fix it with new environments, new conditions, so that new habits and ways of being can be developed:

The remedy is not to think of more and more tricks for “building intelligence,” but to do away with the conditions that make people act stupidly, and instead make available to them a wide variety of situations in which they are likely once again to start acting intelligently.

Or, in other words:

We don’t have to make human beings smart. They are born smart. All we have to do is stop doing the things that made them stupid.

Worst of all: we know how bad school can be, but no matter how bad it is, we still think it’s good for kids.

“We ask children to do for most of a day what few adults are able to do even for an hour.”

This is the saddest and most damning part of the book, and it’s something you hear parents say a lot — it’s good for you to be “toughened up” as early as possible, because life is tough, and you might as well get used to it:

Though I didn’t enjoy this book as much as How Children Learn, in the past few months, John Holt has had a tremendous impact on my thinking about how I should go about educating my kids, but more importantly, and maybe more surprisingly, he has had an enormous impact on how I think about my own work, so much of which is based on self-guided, self-directed learning. Even, and maybe especially, as someone who liked and excelled at school and is now moderately successful in my chosen career, he’s made me rethink why it is that I do what I do, re-examine some of my “teacher-pleasing” habits, why it was I “succeeded” in school in the first place, and how my “success” in my career, has been, mostly, attributable to methods and ways of operating that I didn’t learn in school, and how, in fact, a great deal of my best work was done outside of school, when I turned my back on formal education, and struck out on my own.

Filed under: unschooling

In reading the story or Mary Paik Lee, there is so many lessons to be learned. She and her family immigrated to the U.S. in 1906 after Japan invaded Korea.

How difficult must life have been in Korea to live on three biscuits a day? Yet the example of her parents of work, love, forgiveness, and gratitude us just heartwarming. It makes me infinitely more grateful for my challenges.

I wish we would do better at understanding each other and helping one another.. Not top down from the government; but neighbors, humans walking down the street. I know good exists daily and all these experiences are for our benefit, but oh, the pain in reading.

it always starts out the same.

9:30pm driving with Pink Floyd blaring out the anthem of the months to come.
‘wish you were here’ a hum of emotion,
floating around each other like mirror images of the same ghost.
we  learned and grew through our mistakes knowing certain people,
we’ve felt the difference that changes bring to our lives.
and do you think you can tell that
as I swim carelessly through the humidity of Texas heat,
that I am completely in love with you.

12:21pm and Brandon Flowers is telling us that being still is okay.
we weave through traffic,
blazing sun and
blazing bruises planted on necks and shoulders and thighs and-
I hear him tell me about what makes up a person;
being born in the heat of destruction.
I’ve destroyed myself time and time again for partners who
wouldn’t knock over a sand castle.
I rewind my time,
try to be still in that moment while Dallas passes by me.

'Dani California’ is a steady thrum in my heart at 11:34 am,
I am alive and wild and free in this moment.
I am a shotgun shell blown fast and loose out of the barrel,
I am sweet kisses in bed when the rest of the world has gone to sleep
(or I think of it this way since I’ve never realized I could love the silence)
we bear our teeth at each other,
restless and hungry for love,
our sex is a religion I will carelessly throw myself into.

it always starts out the same.

our love is a perfume that hangs thick in the air;
so heavy that all those around us can smell it.
Coldplay nurses my aching wounds with 'green eyes’
reminding me that I shouldn’t be so easy in throwing away my own.
out of the corner of my eye,
I watch you fix your own gaze at me,
searing and impossible mournful.
I bear the sorrow of a thousand life times,
like when a red string tied between destined hearts,
is finally broken.
what I mean to say is that,
despite the weight,
I have never felt more able to fly.

it always starts the same.

songs heard on radios become your guide and savior,
your release and your binding.

we are broken records hung on walls and listened to by others,
we are flipping channels and changing stations,
we are lyrics and songs that were so beautiful,
the gods couldn’t bear to have them in proximity to
one another.

—  music. K. Kazik.

There are probably more but my brain is drawing a blank right now. I guess you could also include that the two of them are also strong in “character” but the weakest in singing. Also their frustration in their journey to be an idol. Nico because her ambitions were more than her previous club members could handle, and so she was forced to be alone - UNTIL she met the other members of Muse and both realized her ambition and learned how to shine with others. Sayu because she was always pushed to the back and was just a face with no lines - UNTIL she finally became leader and ushered in a Renaissance for Morning Musume that they are STILL riding on four years later. They’re both my best girls. Sayu is a legend and so is Nico.

I’ve seen a couple posts already abt how steven needs to understand Jasper (and even kevinwhatwhy). But here’s the thing: toxic and abusive people are probably toxic and abusive for a reason. That doesn’t mean that when they hurt you and/or your loves ones, it’s your responsibility to understand them. 

Anyone is allowed to cut harmful people out of their lives. It’s healthy. There’s no good ending when two people try to work out a toxic relationship. And I think this is something learned more when you start to meet more people and form more relationships.

Escaping fate Part 1

Here it is guys. Please tell me what you think about this. It will determine how long this series is. Thanks love you.

Spencer x Reader

Word count: 1,534

Description: A reincarnation A.U where you and Spencer have lived many lives, loosing and finding each other, making choices that ultimately lead to it ending in some tragic accident. Now present day, you meet at the B.A.U and your past lives come to you in dreams, each teaching you a different lesson. You both need to learn from them in order to save the other, and escape your tragic fate.

Song: My Immortal by Evanescence 

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You were gathering food with your mother. The sun was just right, hidden behind the pyramids, so you were covered in shade as you worked on pulling out roots, and gathering the vegetables you had planted. But the Egypt air was still hot as you stopped every so often to wipe away the sweat and drink some water.

It was on one of these brakes that someone reached out and touched your arm, making you jump and spin around. You sighed in relief as you saw your neighbor.

He had broad shoulders and tan skin from working outside with his father. He was one of the most eligible men that lived in your village. Every girl was after him, except for you. And that drove him crazy.  He smirked at you and grabbed a hold of your hand. “Scared you didn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes and ripped your hand from his. “Yes. Now if you don’t mind I have to finish helping my mother and then get to the Nile, we need some fresh water.” You said in a brisk detached tone.

“Come on y/n, just take a little break. I need to talk to you about something anyway.” He said grabbing your hand again, and dragging you away from your work. You were going with him whether you liked it or not apparently.

You had trouble keeping up with his long strides as he led you away from the small family farm you had, and towards the houses that lined the edge of the river.

He eventually pulled you to a stop behind his small house, boxing you in with his hands on either side of you. Your back was to the wall. You felt your heart rate begin to rise “What are you doing?” You asked trying to keep the fear from your voice.

“You know when you ignored me, I thought you were just playing hard to get. But then I saw you with him.” He said spitting out the word in disgust “After that I made my desire for you known, I started chasing after you. You still shot me down. Now here we are and I will have you. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way you will be mine.” He said leaning down whispering in your ear while his hands began to caress over your skin.

You shuddered and cringed as far back into the wall as you could. The realization that you wouldn’t be able to stop him began to enter your mind. He was stronger than you were, and there was no one around to help you if you screamed. The only person who might be able to hear was your mother, but she was most likely on her way to the river.

Tears fell down your cheeks and you opened your mouth to shout, hoping someone might be passing by. But he lifted one of his hands and pressed it over your mouth, silencing you.

Then, before you knew what was happening, he was gone. His hand was torn away from your mouth and his weight was lifted. You fell to the ground crying it in relief and looked up to look up to see who your savior. It was him. It was Spencer.

He faced off against the other man with a fierce, angry look in his eyes. “Y/n is mine. Stay away or l will end you.” Spencer said his voice coming out as hard as a rock. There was no doubting the truth in his words.

The other man stood up and laughed at him. “Oh I don’t think so. Didn’t you see us a second ago? How close we were. I think that maybe y/n might like me a little bit more than you. Isn’t that right my love?” He asked looking to you.

You could see Spencer shaking with rage. You jumped up off the ground and ran to him yelling out his name in a desperate effort to get him to stop. “Spencer! Please wait. It’s not true he was…” But just as you were about to reach him he pulled away and ran straight at your neighbor.

You ran after him pumping your legs faster. But then something reflect off the light, making your stomach twist in fear. You realized it was a blade and Spencer was running right into it. You made your legs move even faster, you were able to push him out of the way. You saved him but you couldn’t save yourself.

You let out an agonizing screech as the knife went through your chest. Your neighbor’s eyes widen a moment and then grew hard. He let out a cold laugh and let go of the knife in his hand making you crash to the floor as all your strength began to leave you. “What a shame.” He said and began to walk away as if nothing had ever happened.

Spencer screamed out and crashed to the ground, next to your limp body. Tears began to fill his eyes as he pulled you into his arms and rocked you back and forth.  “Why would you do this y/n? How could you do that to me, you know I can’t live without you.” He cried.

A small smile formed on your face when you reached up to caress his cheek. “I did it because you would have done the same thing for me.” Your body began to grow cold as you struggled to stay conscious. “I’m scared Spencer. We still had so much to do together. We were supposed to get married. Have a family. We were supposed to be happy. “

He rocked you back and forth in his arms “You’re not going to die y/n. We can still have all those things. Just stay with me. I know you’re strong enough. Please stay.”

“I love you Spencer. But we both know how this ends.” You said, your hand falling away from his face.

“Then I’ll find you y/n. Some way, somehow, I will find you. We will be happy. I promise.  I love you y/n and death isn’t going to take you away from me.” He said staring down at you as your blinking became slower and slower.

The last thing you saw was him running off, after the man who had killed you. Then darkness took over and you were lost to the world.

You sat bolt upright in bed breathing hard.  “What the hell was that” You thought to yourself. You looked around but it was just your room. There were no pyramids or the sounds of running water coming from the Nile.

It had felt so real to you. The sensations and feelings were so vivid. You felt the fear of the dream. The loss of hope and life, you had even felt that overwhelming love the dream you had for this man named Spencer.

You sighed and tried to shake it off. It was your first day of work and you didn’t need the added weight this dream thrust upon you. But it sat there the whole morning, as you brushed your teeth and showered. All through the small breakfast you had prepared yourself.

Images of the dream kept coming back to you, especially ones of this Spencer. He was average height. Wild brown hair, light skin compared to that of your neighbor’s from the dream, but the thing that made you keep coming back were his eyes. His fierce brown eyes were not only soft and sad as he had stared down at you in his arms, But also fearless and angry.  

Thinking about them now sent shivers down your spine. Shaking the feeling away you looked at the clock on the microwave and knew that you would half to rush or be late. You put the dirty dishes in the sink and ran out the door in a rush to get to the B.A.U.

When you walked into the building with five minutes to spare you wanted to cry in relief. But you weren’t exactly there yet so you held in and jogged over to one of the elevators. A man with a head of black hair, light skin, and a very serious face accompanied with equally serious brown eyes gave you a polite nod as you stepped into the elevator. You recognized him from when he interviewed you for the position.

The doors closed behind you as you stuck your hand out. “Hello Mr. Hotchner. My name is y/n. You did my interview a few weeks ago.”

His eyes ran over your face a second time, then realization hit. “Yes of course you must be Y/n. I remember you were quite impressive. Top of your class too.” He said smiling now. He shook your hand and you talked for a moment tell the elevators opened.

You looked away from him to step out of the elevator, only to be greeted by a very familiar pair of brown eyes. The man in front of you was about to talk, but then his eyes met yours and stopped. You read there the same shock and bewilderment, that you were sure was mirrored in your own.


Just a little letter to 5sos

Two years ago I heard about 5sos and shrugged them off. Then I listened to them and fell in love with their music. Michael taught me to be as crazy as I want and not care, and now I’m learning to play my grandfather’s old guitar. Calum taught me that being quiet doesn’t mean you don’t have something important to say, yesterday I bought a bass and I can’t wait to learn. Luke taught me that sometimes you have to be a little goofy and smile and just live your life as it is, I always remember to smile when I sing now. Ashton taught me to enjoy the beautiful parts of life, to get through the rough spots, because there’s something amazing in store, and once I save up enough, I can’t wait to buy a drum set. I don’t know why I’m writing this exactly. I guess it’s because I’ve always loved playing music, and for a while I really felt myself drifting away from the part of me. So I just wanted to take a minute and thank @5sos for reminding how much I love music, and bring that part of my life back to me.


Do you want to have someone hear your opinions about your fandom? Do you want to meet people who love the same things as you? Dan and Phil? Tyler, Troye, Joey, Joe, Casper, Mark, Jack, and so on? 

What if i told you you could? And you would be joining an audience that also sees this post and wants to be apart of it. I will soon be starting up Live Shows, that any one can come join and share their opinions and we can talk about all the different fandoms together. 

I just think this would be a cool idea to you know make some new friends and maybe learn some things I didn’t know before. If you want this to become a thing, and you think this is a cool idea hit that little heart and spread the word and then check back to see when the first of these live shows will be happening! 

As of right now there is no set date, I just want to see if people would actually be for the idea, heck, I’m even up for doing like a collab where I have others come in and talk with me. So what do you think?

Originally posted by smiiseveny

tag games (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧*:・゚✧

I was tagged by  @devonmurrayyy thanks so much, love!! ♡♡

1. What language, besides your native language, would you like to learn/be fluent in? British Sign Language (BSL), Japanese, and Portuguese ヾ(^∇^)

2. How many pairs of shoes do you have?
 Oh lawd, ummm 14….I have a Vans addiction (*´∀`*)

3. What’s the last compliment you got? 
The lovely @goddamnrey said to me: “You’re such a positive presence on my dash, it always makes my day to hear from you! :) :)” and I am still dying from how sweet and awesome she is. If you don’t follow her already, you totally should ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨

4. What’s your favourite quote at the moment? “Better to die saving lives than to live taking them.” - Kirk (Star Trek Beyond)

5. What does your name mean? Katherine // Greek - “Pure;” “clear.” 

6. Music taste?
 I am Deaf, so anything loud and with a good base and beats so I feel the vibration of the music o(〃^▽^〃)o

7. Do you have any other SM (social media) sites? If so, link them and what is your favourite? Facebook, twitter, insta and snapchat. If you want to friend me on any of these, just ask ♡♡

8. What is your favourite food? 
This question is sooooo hard for me bc homegirl likes to eat! Mmmmmm….. if I had to choose, than probably donuts. Now I’m hungry lol ヽ(๑╹ڡ╹๑)ノ

9. Age? 

10. Birthday? 
September 30th

11. Favourite drink?
 Mountain Dew

12. How many siblings do you have? One older sister

13. Current drama? Drama gives me anxiety so I try my best to keep my distance from it ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

14. If you were a pokemon, what would you be called and what would you look like? 
If I were a pokemon, I would live in water and have mermaid-esque powers and have pretty different shades of pink and iridescent scales. I don’t know what I’d be called though…. let me know if you think of one! 

15. Cats or dogs? Dogs!!!!!!!!!

16. Do you have freckles? 
No ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ _ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )

17. Who is your style crush? 
Sophie Turner, Margot Robbie, Daisy Ridley, Emilia Clarke, and Alicia Vikander ♡♡♡♡♡

18. Favourite candle scent or scent in general? Anything tropical, like things with coconut, mango, hibiscus, etc. 

19. Do you have any weird obsessions? Gays in Space!!!!

20. Do you still watch cartoons? Yes, I am a literal child lol ♡ I love watching reruns of Avatar: The Last Airbender, Spongebob and The Fairly Odd Parents (older episodes), and some animes (*^▽^)/

21. Do you like wearing slippers?
 Not really bc it is so hot where I live.

22. Shark diving, bungee jumping, or sky diving? I’ve actually always wanted to go shark diving! I figure I might as well since I surf with so many of them haha.

23. What are your favourite clothing stores? Billa Bong, Volcom, O’Niell, and American Eagle.   

24. What is your favourite ice cream flavor? I actually can’t eat ice-cream   (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)゚

25. Do you have any phobias? Being forever alone. Having this crippling PTSD/anxiety/depression forever. 

26. What is your wardrobe colour scheme? I like to wear lots of white and then I’ll usually have accents of gold, pink, or black.

27. Tea or coffee? 

28. Favourite clothing item? 

29. What would your dream bedroom look like? It would have large windows that overlook the ocean with a bit of stained glass at the top, black and white around the room like a tapestry and maybe a few prints, a few light pink accents like my bed and a few accessories, flowers on my desk, and accents of gold as well. Kinda like an elegant glamy room, but still has some fun in it ❥ 

30. What were your best childhood TV shows? Avatar: The Last Airbender, Spongebob, The Fairly Odd Parents, CatDog, Franklin, Angry Beavers, Little Bear, Drake and Josh, Hannah Montana, and Big Time Rush. 

31. What do you always have on you?
 My phone because I’m addicted, like I literally get anxious if I’m without it, it’s so embarrassing (ó﹏ò。)

32. What is the current temperature outside right now? 87 degrees Fahrenheit (keep in mind this is in the dead of night lol)


You can do this even if you’re not tagged here! Also, you can ignore this if you don’t want to do it. And if you want me to tag you here, my ask box is always open and I will tag you on the next tag game I’m in, yeah? づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ

I will tag… @goddamnrey @therealbuttstallion @lannistcrs  @kyicren @thewincheters @bipoe @weasleyginnny @magickhaleesi @dracoumalfoy @dpoe @toosmallortootall @roseweasley @the-saltine-american @spncreids @daenerysn @asteriea @audreyhornre @jeesicajones @pameliaisley @clextaven @peachyjareth @salvationmocktail @stinker-tinker @harlyquinn @reidspence @elektranatchics @underestimatemypower @cutetauriel @thescavengerstheme @obiskykenobi @teamcxp @luke-skywlkr @peggy-loves-angie @blueeyedstark @reyravager @troopertraitor @smeagoltrahald @sadkylo @ohromanovas @eomers @martym @sad-incorporated @kenseth-cumberbatch-hiddles-fan @knightof-reylo @spaceylacey83 @azaeliamoss @feanore @sodehumanized @clarabosswald @poeddamerons @darthvcder @kylo6 @literalstarwarstrash @maceswindu @skywalkerpilot @clairefrazser @msridley @herxnstairs @whatafairy

anonymous asked:

what's your favorite taylor swift lyric

So you were never a saint.
And I love in shades of wrong
We learn to live with the pain.
Mosaic broken hearts
But this love is brave and wild.

but from the acoustic version cause this part is so perfect with how she sings it

Follow Your Heart - (Thumbelina JM AU chapter 2)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

JeanMarco | Rating: G | Total words: 5k+ 

Summary: Born from a magical flower and no bigger than his mother’s thumb, Marco dreams of love and others like him. When he meets Jean, the Prince of the fairies, he believes his heart’s wishes are finally coming true. But in the woods beyond his house live creatures with plans of their own, and stolen away in the dark of night, Marco’s lost and alone in a world so much bigger than the one he knows. Now he must learn to trust in himself if he’s ever to find his way home – and back to Jean.

They climbed up on the bumblebee, Jean right by the head and Marco close behind. Jean’s wings parted and fluttered on each side of Marco to allow him closer, their touch tickling his arms. A needle of sadness cut through the excitement bubbling inside him. ‘Oh how I wish I had wings,’ he sighed.

Jean turned his head to smile back at him. ‘Maybe you will one day,’ he said, heart skipping a beat at the sight of Marco’s hopeful eyes. He grabbed the antennas to steer them off the windowsill. ‘Hold on tight!’ he called, laughing with Marco as Marco’s flailing arms found their way around his chest, pressing them close together.

The bumblebee took them through the fields and along the river winding its way across the countryside. Marco’s eyes were wide open, his smile amazed, and his heart full of happiness. To begin with, he was scared to let go of Jean, but as the fresh air danced through his hair and across his skin, the sensation of being free took over. He reached for the water beneath them, his fingers causing ripples to spread over the surface. Stars sparkled like the night sky far, far above, joining the golden gleam of the dust from Jean’s wings.

When certain that Marco was comfortable, Jean took flight from his bumblebee. Their feet slid over the water’s surface as Jean steered Marco around in a dance, holding Marco close and promising he didn’t need to fear. Jean would never let him fall.

They flew through the night with fairy dust bright and sparkling from Jean’s whole being, while they sung and danced together. Jean showed how the fairies made pumpkins and other plants grow bigger before the harvest, leaves seeming a bit more orange after they’d flown past. Dandelion seeds swirled and spread in the air around them. Animals and bugs watched them with curious interest. And Marco had never felt so safe as he did in Jean’s arms.

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Get To Know The Writer: 10 Things I Love

1. I absolutely loooove books(and even that feels like an understatement). I’ve loved to read ever since I learned how to, which was probably around the age of 3-4 and I have my mother to thank for that! I can’t imagine what my life would be like without books. I imagine it would feel a lot like drowning…

2. I love photography.

3. I love the outside and nature.

4-5. I’m obsessed with the sun and the moon.

6. My Hogwarts House is Gryffindor!!!

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anonymous asked:

Hello I would love to see a "things I've learned from... Fifty Shades (movie)" ^^ But you don't have to do it if you don't want to (this movie looks like a torture device, actually)

I am definitely live blogging it, hopefully this weekend. And I might do a post as well :D We’ll see :D


anonymous asked:

Hello. I was hoping you could help me with finding some resources on mindfulness. I'm currently dealing with the loss of a loved one. Something I've struggled with before but is now a lot worse is living in my head. I've used it as a coping mechanism for a long time because of past trauma. My friends have pointed it out to me and I'm noticing it in my behaviour a lot. I want to learn how to become more present in the moment. Thank you so much for your time ☮

Try these books in our sangha library:

  1. Tolle: The Power of Now
  2. Ram Dass: Be Here Now 
  3. Hanh: Miracle of Mindfulness 

I was so ready to pass out and then I remembered that as of now it is July 30th and July 30th will forever hold a very special and important place in my heart because on this day (this very day) one year a go one of my best friends came into my Life💗💗💗 @myprovincialife and I have officially been best friends for an entire year and I honestly can’t imagine my life without her. Even though the time difference is a Bitch (IVE ASKED HOW HER MORNING IS GOING WHEN SHES EATING DINNER ABOUT A MILLION TIMES IVE LOST COUNT) I can’t imagine spending a day without talking to her. She may be an ovens away (do you have to live an ocean awaaaaaaay) every time I open snapchat and see her name I get so excited because she’s truly one of the sweetest and kindest and smartest and funniest and most beautifullest (not fullest just more-more beautiful). SHES EXTREMELY PASSIONATE ABOUT THE THINGS SHE LOVES LIKE IT POURS FROM HER. SHE RADIATES PASSION. IVE LEARNED SO MUCH FROM HER SNAPCHAT VIDEOS ABOUT ICE DANCING SO SO MUCH. SHES A BIG MUSICAL THEATRE NERD AND HER VIDEOS OF HERSELF JAMMIN TO WAITRESS, LEGALLY BLONDE, THE WEDDING SINGER, HEATHERS, HAMILTON, TLM AND SO MANY MORE ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY.
Ellie is also hardcore the grandma friend and I forever love her for it. She’s Rapunzellie, the welsh punzie, and it’s suddenly occurred to me that I’ve become immune to your accent and I am heart broken.

My dearest, Ellie,
You’re one of the most lovely and wonderful and amazing people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and I don’t want to ever think about a day where I can’t talk to you because you’re always brightening my day. I can tell you anything and I know you’ll not judge me. I can’t wait to see all your pics from Paris and DLP and hear about your adventures. And I can’t wait to be there when you get to experience all your firsts in WDW one day💗 here’s to another many years of musicals of the day, singalong videos, snapchat filter mishaps, Crying over instagrammers, rants, 💗emoji’s, and all the love

Happy 1 year Friendiversary Ellie💗

❤️ Hey everyone ❤️

So my name is Sarah, I’m 25, I live in France (sorry for the grammar mistakes) and I’m Moroccan. Some of you might know me from Twitter or Instagram. I love fanfics, we have some amazing writers in this fandom, we are so blessed. I also love to make edits!

It’s been a while I haven’t used tumblr, I don’t exactly know how it works but I will learn eventually.

I’m a huge fan of Arrow. I’ve started this show since the beginning and I immediately fell in love with Oliver Queen. And then episode 3 and BOUM Felicity Smoak, hi I’m Oliver Queen! I’ll never forget the first meeting, it’s when I started to ship Olicity.

I can’t believe the season 5 will start soon! I so need my babies to get back together already, I miss them so much 😭

Well I think I’ve said everything I wanted to say, do not hesitate to send me a DM if you wanna talk!


Today has not been a super productive workday because sometimes being sometimes being a political wonk does not pay and I stayed up really late all week watching the convention to the point where I could not stay up to watch Hillary’s speech last night and I’m still tired. But I DID watch it this morning and she quoted Hamilton near the end with the whole “we may not live to see the glory” and “planting seeds in a garden you never get to see” and had to walk away from my desk to not cry. Like I know her flaws but man, she really pulled me in with that speech. I was always going to vote for whatever Democrat got the nomination (I don’t like to usher in the apocalypse, thanks) and I loved Bernie, but man oh man. Hillary got to me with that speech and with all the things I learned about her over the course of the convention. I really, really believed she cared, and you know, she sure has the experience. 

And also hey! First female presidential candidate, officially which is SUPER COOL and also a pretty darn great platform.